Personal Narrative Essay: Summer Bash Party

Even though they might not find out and you can get away with it , never lie to your parents. Sooner or later they may find out. Parents expect you to be honest with them. so you can earn their trust, and, lying to your parents about your location etcetera is not needed. I learned the hard way that honesty is always the best policy with just one night one the town.
There was this infamous awaiting Summer Bash party held the first weekend of August. Anybody who is somebody will be attending this extravagant party. “What are you going to style and profile in for the party?” Ariel asked. “I have to go shopping as soon as possible!” This outfit had to be on point! You had to dress to kill! It just was not a reason for you to not be. “How about we head out and get the outfits now?” I questioned. “Okay!” She stated with confirmation. We go shopping

and find the BEST outfits they had to offer! Everything was all in place and we were set to go. After a plethora of Snapchats were sent, we are on our way to the party. We hit the pavement to Monticello. The entire car ride was extremely wild! “Well, I have to be home by one a.m.,” said Mya. “Well, my granny does not care,” Ariel replied. “ I told my mother I was spending the night with you, so I am in the clear,” I stated. We finally showed up to the party.
There were a LOT of people at the party.

The music was blasting, along with other things. Everyone was dancing and having a tremendous time. People from all over Arkansas came to the party. It was JAM PACKED with all different types of people. Chill vibes circulated through the air and people were having a good time. Not one soul complained about anything, and then it happened. It was about twelve a.m. when the altercation started, and then it simmered down. So, we thought that was a good time to leave. OH NO! We were wrong. As we were driving out to head back, we got stopped by the police. A neighbor had called the police and we had no idea.
The police officer took us down to the station and detained us. We were not there because we were the altercation starters. The reason they took us up there, was due to Monticello’s curfew. We had no idea they had a curfew, and we were well over the eleven p.m. curfew now due to the delay. We were all minors and we needed a parent pick up. “How was I going to explain this to my mother?” I thought to myself. I am supposed to be at my friend's house, spending the night… like I told

her.
I ended up having to call my mother for confirmation to leave with my friends’ guardian. The lesson I got from this is to not lie to your parents about your whereabouts. They only ask questions to make sure there is clarity and no confusion. I was not thinking of the situation in that sense and ended up having to learn the hard way. I now know that telling the truth to your parents is the way to go. “Where are you wanting to go Ky’Ana,” is the simple sentence my mother asked me. “Can I go to the party in Monticello,” I said. “Well, that is all you had to say,” she responded. “Well, mother you never know with you,” I replied. That is how the conversation should have gone.